OK, so in trying to find pictures of the Australian clothesline in the last post, I found this great website of copyright free newspaper articles from old Australian newspapers. So much fun. Be expecting stuff from here for a long time! And, if you happen to know a European, Canadian, American or anyplace else equivalent, please let me know. Remember, 100 years ago – EVERYONE line dried their clothes! There’s bound to be lots of stuff in the old newspapers!
Taken from Australia Trove:
THE BATTLE OF CLOTHESLINE BAY.
The neatest officer on the coast- –
Hangs your soils to the whiffletree slat!
“Was the famous Admiral Biittertoast
Who sailed the historical “Derby Hat.”
Flutter the ensign, whittle the screw,
For the neat old Admiral and his crew !
His sailormen were the tidiest tars
That sought renown ‘neath the billowing flags,
As they stood in place on the decks and spars,
With carpet sweepers and dusting rags.
And Monday mornings the sails they’d reef
And iron ’em out like a handkerchief.
“Men,” said the Admiral, “I abhor
To litter my boat with the shot and shell,
And it’s very untidy to go to war
And scent my sails with the powder smell ;
So load the cannon with scouring soap
And sachet powder of heliotrope.”
About this period on the main
Sailed the slatternly pirate. Grimy Dan.
Whose slipshod methods were terribly plain
In the state of his vessel, the “Frying Pan,”
Where- the decks were littered with
bottles and crumbs,
And the masts were smeared with his
So the grim marauders of Grimy Dan
Sailed the greasy “Fryiug Pan” into the bay
Where the “Derby Hat,” all spick and span
A-drying her clothes in the offing lay.
“Ho !” cried the Pirate, and likewise,”Hum!
Edam Schnapps and Jamaica Rum !
“By me bloody yards and my slippery plank.
What is the scent from yon vessel blown?”
“That,’ quoth the bos’n, Terrible Hank,
“Is washing powder and eau de Cologne.”
“Heave-ho, mateys,” said Dan, “and away.
I risk no battles on washing day.”
“Friends,” said the Admiral, “I confess
I’m glad to be. rid of the rude galoots.
They might’ have caused a terrible mess
By tracking our decks with their muddy boots.
Dear me. suds! what a shock it would be
To a shipshape, housekeeping man like me.
So; the “Frying Pan” with her tattered crew,
Like a dingy spectre slunk from the scene
And the Admiral neat, when the foe withdrew,
Sent a wireless telegram to his Queen :
“I beg to report’, if your Majesty please,
I have lathered the Pirates and scoured
-(Wallace Ir-wik in “Collier’s Weekly